Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.